Several months back, I had quietly left without saying a formal goodbye and I wanted to take the time to do that now. I apologize to those I have left hanging on threads. And more importantly, I apologize for disappearing without having said much of anything.

As far as excuses go, nothing majorly traumatic or life-changing went on. Rather, several members have been pretty hostile to me during my time at afw. In my time here, I've been lied to, ignored, berated, talked down to, called names, …

Marisa's groaned as Azami taunted her. Her pride was always one of her weak points, and she responded testily."I know I can..." she rasped out through aroused moans.

She groaned as Azami continued to pump her fingers in and out of her sex. Looking up over her shoulder at Azami, she verbally poked back at the woman."Hey, Azami..that's not bad. But I thought you were supposed to be really good....."

Azami grinned as she saw through Marisa's game. The girl was taunting her to do better so she could make the champion cum faster and end the predicament she was in. The princess wouldn't mind, though, as it'd mean that they could move on to some other fun.

"Maybe... but what's the fun in showing all your cards right away?" she replied. "But I suppose I should do a little better after all..."

With her fingers making a hooking motion inside Marisa's sex, Azami would fasten up her pumping, aiming to make the champion explode with ecstasy. She would release the model from the hold after it so the girl could drop to the mat.

Marisa didn't last much longer, once Azami set her mind to it. After the Japanese girl sped up her thrusting fingers and added that hooking motion, the model let out a loud cry of pleasure. Quivering, her hips thrust wildly back against the Moon Princess's hand as she came.

"Ohhhh....yes...yes Azami!" she cried out in the throes of her climax.

After she came, Azami released her, and Marisa dropped to her hands and knees with a low groan....

Azami had a triumphant smile on her face as she made Marisa came and fell down on her hands and knees. Victory was still far away, but at least she managed to get the champion into the same level of fitness or even worse. The princess brought up her hand and sucked her fingers clean while looking down on Marisa with a predatory gaze.

"As expected from the champion... You taste so delicious, Marisa-san~" she cooed.

Looking up, Marisa saw Azami looking at her like the cat who had gotten the cream.

"To quote a certain animated rabbit, 'Of course you realize, this means war.'" she said in response to the Asian's sultry coo.

Getting up, she shook out her legs to get rid of that weak kneed feeling that came after a good orgasm. After a moment the champion would nod to signal her readiness to the referee girl, so that she could restart the match. Once things got underway, Marisa would be more cautious, circling Azami warily....

"Sounds about right for me, Marisa-san," Azami replied with a confident smile. "I'll be glad to conquer you thoroughly and claim my prize..."

As they started again, the blue haired princess circled along with the champion for a bit. She knew that the model was drained, but she couldn't make a silly mistake either. All her hard work would be rather pointless otherwise.

Azami would wait until she felt that she found the right time before moving closer in order to slip behind Marisa and wrap her arms around the girl's waists. She was planning to catch the champion with a reverse bearhug by lifting the girl up a bit once she managed to catch her opponent.

Marisa grunted after Azami darted behind her, the Asian's arms wrapping around her waist. However, the veteran hooked her legs behind Azami's legs and pulled at them as the Moon Princess tried to lift her up.

The model was hoping that Azami would find herself unbalanced, a situation Marisa planned to make worse by throwing her weight backwards. As a result, Azami would topple backwards to the mat, with Marisa's weight sandwiching her opponent between the American and the canvas....

Azami's eyes widened as Marisa hooked her legs on her own as she lifted the girl up. She barely had the time to react, though, and could only yelp as her opponent's weight causing her to crash backwards.

However, the princess would attempt to turn to her side a bit, hoping that both her and Marisa could fall onto their sides instead. It would be a better outcome compared to her body taking the whole punishment by itself, or so she hoped.

Marisa grunted as she hit the mat on her side, Azami having done a good job of turning their bodies in midfall so she didn't get landed on. Hopefully, the landing had jarred the Moon Princess enough for the model to try and make her escape. Quickly, she would untangle her legs from Azami's and try to get back to a standing position. From there, she would try to seize hold of her opponent's legs, spreading them open and then crossing them around one of Marisa's own, the crowd either cheering or calling out warnings to Azami depending on who they were cheering for as they recognized the opening motions of one of the Platinum Blonde's hentai finishing moves....

Marisa used the chance to escape from her weakened grip, but that didn't seem to be the champion's only intention. Azami could sense danger in the way the crowds were cheering and yelling, so she knew she had to try defending herself. The princess let out a low grunt as she would try to kick her legs as much as she could, hoping that she could prevent whatever Marisa was planning.